A Stormi Night - chapter 1 - Sex Stories

A Stormi Night - chapter 1

... played with her hair a lot.

I said, “You’re not a slut! Not at all! You only had sex with him how many times?”

“Four, and I wish I could take all of them back!”

“When you’re in love, sex is a natural thing and nothing to be ashamed of. He betrayed your trust and violated your privacy. You didn’t do anything wrong, you just got taken advantage of.” We drank the last of our cocoa and I felt quite tipsy.

“I’m glad you’re so understanding, Uncle Pete. I know you’d never hurt me like that. I love you.”

“I’m sorry he was thoughtless and stupid enough to do that. I love you so very much, sweetness.”

She turned and kissed my lips.

I felt a growth starting between my legs and the alcohol had loosened my morals. I returned the kiss, sucked her lower lip gently, then licked her front teeth as she opened her mouth a little. She moaned, “Mmmm!” She licked my lips, then slowly stuck her tongue in my mouth and tasted mine.

I leaned back with my shoulders resting on the arm of the couch and she eagerly followed, climbing on top of me. She opened the front of my robe and started licking one of my nipples. As my hand moved down and squeezed her butt, I realized the obvious. “Stormi, we shouldn’t do this. We’re family.”

She sat up and straddled me, with her knees next to my lower ribs. I moaned and my manhood swelled further, when she pressed her pelvis against it through our robes. “But I can feel you want it.” Her dampness moistened my scrotum when she opened her ...

... robe. She rocked her hips, rubbing her labia against my rapidly hardening rod. I was terribly aroused, and would only need to move a few inches to penetrate her.

She smirked and continued, “He’s wide awake. Please make love to me? Love me and marry me, Uncle Pete?”

I held her hips and reluctantly declared, “We’re family, and we’re too drunk for this. I’m sorry, Stormi, but no.” I slid my hands under her buttocks and lifted the horny young hottie away from my package. She was slightly lighter than two of the 60-pound bags of mortar and cement I often used at work. I reiterated, “I love you so much, but we can’t.”

She stood and wiped away a few tears. “Then at least carry me upstairs? The floor is so cold!”

I agreed, “Okay, but no funny business.”

I blew out the candles, then picked her up with my arms under her knees and back and she wrapped her arms around my neck. “Thanks so much, Uncle Pete. I love you.”

I kissed her forehead as I took my first step toward the stairs, “You’re a beauty and I love you, but… we’re family.”

I carried her upstairs, then past the kitchen to the first-floor staircase. I took a few deep breaths before I climbed it, then lumbered down the hallway toward the bedrooms. As I was about to sit her on the bed in the guest room, she exclaimed, “Pee! I need to pee!” I hurried to the bathroom and put her down. She dropped her pink bathrobe to the floor and started blushing as she said, “Can’t sit on the toilet with a robe on.”

The nude ...